Prologue.
Harry waved his wand and all his possessions came flying from various places in his room. his room. The words echoed through his mind, it was his, he had grown up here. His possessions settled in his suitcase with a THUD. He patted the objects down so they were flat and latched the suitcase up. Then he sat on the bed and surveyed the room. His room since the first day at Hogwarts. Three beds lay neatly made beside him, no sign of inhabitants shown, and he longed for his friends' presence, to get through yet another tough time. Even though he knew he would see them soon, most of them were joining him on his journey to the middle of nowhere. The Ministry ordered everyone who had a great involvement in the war to be relocated, to keep away reckless, revenge seeking Death Eaters resentful since Voldemorts downfall. So they had to go somewhere for a couple of months until the Ministry can round most of the Death Eaters in Azkaban. It took much convincing, but Draco's Death Eater charges were lifted (Not his fathers), but that meant Draco was 'very open to attack' and to Harry's dismay had to join them.
Along with Draco, Neville, Luna, Hermione, Ron and Ginny would join him. He also heard Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Ernie McMillan, Dennis Creevey, and Cho Chang were going somewhere in New York.
America is the LAST place the Death Eaters would expect they'd go, so the Ministry leapt at the chance to relocate them there. He was going to go to somewhere in Washington to act like muggles, the details he didn't care about, really.
Teddy would be moved around a lot, because there was confusion with Remus and Tonyx's Will. His heart sank at their names. Teddy would move from Tonyx's mother, to Bill and Fleur, to Harry's care until the custody is sorted out.
"Harry…" Ron said opening the door. "Time to go."
Harry Grudgingly took his bags in his hand and pulled them off the bed.
"These bags are heavy!" He groaned.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Are you a wizard or not?" he asked, amused.
Harry laughed. "Oh right!" Smacking his hand to his forehead, all the talk of moving must of unnerved him.
Rom made his way out the door and Harry followed but stopped abruptly at the archway, turning he took one last look at his room…his old room and turned away.